03x04 - Space Much?

[bunniefuu]

[beeping]

[theme music]

[expl*si*n]

[beeping]

[GASP] Incoming object!

That can't be right.

Ahhhh!

[expl*si*n]

[beeping]

[yawn]

[yawn]

Hmm.

You guys notice
anything different?

How could we not?

I mean, hello!

Could your morning hair
be any more unruly?

I meant something
different in the house,

something that's missing?

Like parents, rules,
and responsibility?

Exactly!

ALL: Woo-hoo!

Homework is history.

Dinner for breakfast.

Breakfast for dinner.

ALL: Manicures every day!

Why not twice a day?

All shopping, no stopping.

VOICE: Ahem!

Huh?

[whoosh!]
- Ha!

Ya!

Uh!

Who are you, and what are you
doing in our shopping fantasy?

Hmm!

Ahh!

You didn't think WOOHP
would allow you to live

here by yourselves, did you?

Actually, um, yeah.

Amusing notion,
but not the case.

I'm Myrna Beesbottom,
a former WOOHP agent.

I've been assigned
to be your nanny.

Nanny?

You're not catching
flies, ladies.

Mouths closed.

[cane tapping]

Excuse me.

Um, we don't need a nanny.

Apparently, Jerry
thinks you do.

And judging by the way you keep
house, I am inclined to agree.

Hmm.

Seriously, a nanny?

But we're, like, teenagers.

MRS. BEESBOTTOM: Precisely
why responsibility

must be reinforced.

If you abide by a
few simple rules,

you'll hardly know I'm here.

Um, exactly what
kind of rules?

Unless on WOOHP business,
curfew is at 9:00.

Junk food will not be tolerated.
[screaming]

MRS. BEESBOTTOM:
And there will be

no telephone privileges until
all homework is completed.

[chatter]

No phone?

But what if it's something
really important?

Yeah, like confirming a date.

Oh, yes.

That reminds me.

No boys.

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Good morning, ladies.

I trust you've--

[shouting]

[screaming]

[gasping]

Thank you, GLADIS.

Ladies, please
allow me to explain.

Mrs. Beesbottom's presence
is not punishment.

In fact, I only have your
best interests in mind.

[angry chatter]

Ah, tut-tut-tut.

Independence can be
alluring, but you

need to focus on your missions.

Which brings us to
the business at hand,

highly irregular meteor
activity over the last 72 hours.

sh**ting stars?

Can you say, big deal?

Actually, Clover,
a great many of these

have struck the
earth, including,

most recently, a
major observatory.

Since most meteors are
smaller than a pebble

and burn up in the
atmosphere, I'm guessing

these would have to be huge.

Precisely.

WOOHP is inclined to
believe that there

is something sinister at hand.

I guess I'm in.

Anything's better than playtime
with Nanny Yells-a-Lot.

Very well then.

GLADIS?

GLADIS: Dispensing gadgets.

Magno go-go boots will align
to walk on metallic surfaces.

Ice cream perfume will
freeze any object on contact.

And one other item--

Oh!

You're giving us a car?

This so makes up for
the nanny thing, Jer.

[sigh] The remote will provide
you with a direct link to Mrs.

Beesbottom.

It's impervious to interference,
and the blinking red light

indicates a message is waiting.

Oh, great.

Reach out and annoy someone.
- Oh!

Girls, I expect you to
behave on this mission.

Remember you're representing
WOOHP, the World Organization

of Human Protections.

I think we get the gist.

[alarm sounding]

Another meteor.

Let's get you to your ship.

Ship?

What ship?

[screaming]

I barely passed driver's ed!

How does WOOHP expect
me to fly a rocket?

Hold on!

I think I can level it out.

Wait!

Don't touch that!

[screaming]

OK.

Sam flies from now on.

SAM: No argument here.

The meteor!

We're in range.

I think I can
calculate a trajectory.

[beeping]

It's headed for Moscow!

Keep up the pace!

You want to be cosmonaut,
you must be strong.

Huh!
Huh!

Huh!

That's it!

Lift those feet!

We'll never reach it!

It's going too fast!

Oh, yeah?

Let's see about that.

Firing acti-burners!

Uh!

Sorry.

I think it's time to
cool that rock down.

Yeah.

Let's take a walk
on the wild side.

How close can you get
to that thing, Sam?

How close do you want?

[engine roaring]

[screaming]

Sorry!

Definitely not that close.

This time I'll
bring her in slowly.

ALEX: That's it.

Almost there.

Just a little closer, Sammy.

OK, now!

[screaming]



[screaming]

Hup!

Hup!

Hup!

[engine roaring]

OK, time for a mega-dose.

[expl*si*n]

[screaming]

[expl*si*n]

MAN: Huh?

Ow!

What?

Huh!

You were very brave.

My students owe you thanks.

Oh!

Ah!

No problem at all.

We do this kind of
thing all the-- whoa!

Check it out!

Hm.

Whoa!

Time for an X-powder tuneup.

ALEX: It's not the X-powder.

It's the meteorite!

Look!

[beeping]

Whoa!

Freaky!

Yup.

This one has Jerry
written all over it.

[beeping]

[bell rings]

OK, is it me, or is
there something way

suspicious about this mission?

Yeah.

You mean the part where
none of the cute Russian

boys we saved from a fiery
doom gave us any digits?

No, the part where
all these meteors seem

to be targeting spacey types.

Hey, you're right.

First the guy at
the observatory,

then the cosmonauts.

But why?

MRS. BEESBOTTOM:
Alex, Clover, Sam!

Oh, please, tell me
our nanny didn't just

yell our names across campus.

When I go through the
trouble of making you

a nutritious lunch,
the least you can do

is remember to take it with you.

But we had a--

No excuses.

Sam, turkey and sprouts,
Clover, roast beef on rye.

Hello?

A vegetarian.

Very well.

Peanut butter and
jelly, crusts removed.

Hey!

No fair!

Life isn't fair.

Now run along and study.

Oh!

This is so humiliating.

It could be worse.

At least no one saw us.

Ah, sweet.

I wish my nanny
cut my crusts off.

Oh, wait.

That's right.

I don't have a
nanny, well, at least

not since I was, like, six.

[phone beeps]

Yeah, well, I, I, I've
gotta take this call.

Ladies, it appears
the meteorite sample

you sent has been
exposed to an extremely

powerful magnetic field.

Tons of cosmic
anomalies can cause that.

True.

But so can a Terradyne 4,000
magnetic flux resonator,

one of which happens to
be aboard the recently

decommissioned
global space station.

So if no one is up there,
who's throwing the rocks?

Maybe it's aliens.

There's only one
way to find out.

[engine roaring]

Gross!

People actually
lived on that thing?

Yes.

Now we know why was abandoned.

Actually, it was
abandoned because it's

in a decaying orbit.

I take it that's a bad thing?

ALL: [gasp]

[expl*si*n]

Majorly.

[engine roaring]

Ooh!

[psychedelic music]

SAM: OK.

This is definitely
not what I expected.

Ah!

The Age of Aquarius
thing is so last season.

Whoa.

Someone has a thing
against nerds.

SAM: Not nerds, astronauts.

This is the Russian
cosmonaut we met.

And here's the astronomer
that almost got smooshed.

Someone is definitely
targeting them.

Ah!

Oh!

It's Ricky Rickerson.

Pop, I got me an astronaut.

Isn't he a dream?

VOICE: In my tribe,
dearie, he's a nightmare.

I know you.

You're Miss Lady
Luna, that wacky TV

astrologer to the stars.

I don't believe it!

When I called your
hotline, your recording

said I would find true love.

And I did!

Six times!

Oh you're too kind,
my little moonbeams.

Oh, welcome to my little
celestial hideaway.

Um, love what you've done
with the place, but you do

know this is gonna be a flaming
ball of space junk any sec,

right?

Hmm.

Aries is in the seventh
house of Saturn, dear.

Of course I know.

I've just enough time
to finish up here

before I have to skedaddle.

Um, finish up what?

Just a little plan
to exact revenge

on the station's
final crew, crew

that should've included me.

ALL: [shriek]

I think maybe it's time you
got your air tanks checked.

My ruling house was
in perfect alignment,

and some pop star decided that
he could take my place in line.

Guess he'll learn that when
you grab the comet's tail,

you get burned.

So you're responsible for
all those meteorite attacks.

Correct again, my star.

And you're doing all
this because you didn't

get picked to go into space?

[laughs]

Ah!

According to my charts,
it was my destiny.

And now that talentless
kid will pay.

Talentless?

Ricky Rickerson is a totally
gifted singer-slash-dancer.

Now step away from that thingie.

[laughing]

[poof]

[screaming]

So nice.

[LAUGHING] Oh, blind!

I can't see!

[coughing]

What did you do to us?

Just a little star dust.

That twinkle in your eyes
should keep you out of my way

long enough. [LAUGHING]

You won't get away with this!

Oh, my cherubs.

According to my
charts, I already have.

And they never lie.

Oh, yeah?

Ow!

LADY LUNA: A few little
modifications was all it took.

Now I have my very own
space age slingshot.

[expl*si*n]

[beeping]

[coughing]

This one should make quite
a splash in your hometown.

ALL: [SHRIEK]

Beverly Hills?

You could destroy an
entire neighborhood!

Not to mention a mall,
day spa, or yoga studio.

Not likely.

I've perfected the
targeting system.

So I'm afraid Rocket
Boy's moon has set.

Not if we get there first.

By my calculations, that
should prove most impossible.

Oh really?

Why?

Our Venus isn't rising?

No.

I'm taking your ship.

Mine's damaged beyond repair.

And I would hate to miss our
little star's newest hit.

[EVIL LAUGH] Ta-ta!

[engine roaring]

ALL: [GASPING]

I can see with all
these sparkles on my face.

It's like some
kind of pixie prom.

Can't we just open a window?

Hey!

That might actually work.
Quick!

Activate helmets!

[GASPING]

[engine roaring]

[expl*si*n]

[screaming]

Well, that's one
way to clean house.

Houston, We have a problem.

SAM: Make that two problems.

If we don't get this
thing back in orbit,

it's gonna be five
extra crispies.

Whoa!

Firing retro-boosters!

Nothing!

It didn't work.

[beeping]

Heat shields are failing!

Clover!

Try to adjust our pitch.

I don't think it did anything!

[expl*si*n]

Maybe if we re-route all
the power to the auxiliary.

Yes!

No!

Maybe we should
just get out and push.

Wait!

I got it!

Maybe going down
in flames isn't

such a bad idea after all.

[LAUGHING]

[expl*si*n]

I am very disappointed.

Letting an inferior villain such
as that get the better of you.

All I can say is that I'm glad
I'm only the nanny and not

your [inaudible] superior.

And if I'm not mistaken, there
are three spies in this van

who forgot to floss today.

Yeah, we'll get right on that.

You can drop us off here.

[music playing]

Hmm.

Any second now, Mars,
the bringer of w*r,

will have his say.

[YAWN] Hm?

[GASP] Ahhh!

Whoa!

LADY LUNA: No!

My predictions are infallible!

Oh, wow!

You three are amazing!

I owe you big time!

I'm happy to
accept any and all

thanks on behalf of the team,
perhaps over dinner tonight?

It's a date.

LADY LUNA: This was
not in the charts.

You have ruined everything!

Well, I think you
got your stars crossed,

lady, cause I'm predicting this!

On second thought, maybe
I should check my horoscope.

You know, she really gives
TV astrologers a bad name.

Let's go get her!

[GROANING]

Going somewhere?

Oh!

Silly girls.

Worked like a charm [LAUGHING].

Hardly.

Next time, check your
back before talking smack.

Time to show me Miss
Lady Loony how it's done.

Ha!

Uh!

Ah!

Ooh!

Uh!

Ooh, uh!

But who's showing who?

You don't think I spent
all that zero-G training

sipping juice boxes, do you?

You're not the only
one who can defy gravity.

Impressive.

But I have something much
more powerful, star power.

And you know what the
most powerful star is,

don't you, girls?

The sun.

[screaming]

[LAUGHING] And it seems as if
your stars have finally faded.

[screaming]

ALL: Huh?

Huh?

What the--

Ah, sorry to break it
to you, but someone just

pull your plug.

Wha- what?

Oh!

Mars must in retrograde.

Is it just me, or have you
not understood a word she said?

[music playing]

It's before curfew,
our homework is done,

and we've caught the
wacky astrologer.

Can we please get a pizza?

Hello?

Anyone home?

So that would be a
large mushroom and olives

with extra cheese, I presume?

Jerry!

Uh, where is Mrs. Beesbottom?

In hindsight, a nanny
was a bit excessive.

Since you proved you're able to
ask for help when you need it,

I think you'll do
fine on your own.

This is awesome!

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

JERRY: However--

Huh?

I should inform you
that I've instructed

GLADIS to keep an eye on you.

GLADIS?

How can she do that?

[beep beep beep]

ALL: Oh!

Hey!

If you'll excuse me, I have
a date to get ready for.

Oh!

GLADIS: Warning.

[inaudible] mode initiated.

Date unauthorized.

[SIGH]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

I had a totally
awesome dream last night

that I could, like, fly,
but not with jetpacks,

just by myself, but
not just by myself,

with birds, lots of birds.

I think it means something.

There's, like, some sort
of cosmic message here

that's, like, totally
structured for my karmic chi.

I think all that money I spent
on Lady Luna's psychic web

line finally paid off!

Or maybe I should just steer
clear of the chipotle sauce

before bedtime.